I hope everyone had a nice 4th of July!
I have not slept in days. Part of that reason is that my other half isn't next to me and the other part is because the fireworks kept me up for days. I am supper happy the holiday is over! Sometimes when I can smell the smoke of the fireworks, I wake in a panic. PTSD is a bitch. After days of jumpy insomnia, I finally got some rest last night.
So, last night I thought I was in a deep sleep. I might have been, but I wasn't sure. I was out and then a man wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I work up with a start. His head was close to mine and his lips were next to my ear. I tried to rise and pull away from his grip. When I pushed on his shoulders, he spoke to me in a low deep voice.
"Hi. My name is Glenn," he said.
At first, I tired to process why a man was hugging me. I was in a sleep fog and I went with my natural reaction.
"I don't fucking care. Get off of me, Glenn."
I pried my eyes opened and sat up. I was alone. To the general silence I simply said, "No means no, Glenn."
If that was a ghost, that guy bugs me. If not, I think I need to get some real sleep. I can't wait until I am curled happily around my better half. Two more days...
C.M. Moore is the pen name for a retired soldier, and a romantic at heart. After Connor was blown up in Afghanistan and received a purple heart, he began writing with his wife. Connor’s first book 1:05 a.m. is a mixture of love, sex, and action. If you want to contact him send him a message. He loves messages!